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oh 2005.
no better way to bring in a new year and cure a case of discontentedness.
start with coca-cola cake, throw good friends into overstuffed cars, add alcohol and allston, and the party will more or less start itself. a part of me wishes i had documented the mayhem, but it might be for the best that we continue the policy of letting what happens in allston stay in allston.
the ride home was hectic at best but worth it, because waking up in a waterbed to someone elses mom's homemade chocolate chip pancakes is almost the best possible way to spend the first morning of the year. spent the rest of january 1st morning and afternoon actively not going home, wearing borrowed sweatpants + sweatshirt, trying to make my Sims fuck, and enjoying sitting on someone's lap. the evening hours were with good old friends @ cpk, enjoying slutty underwear and the makeup/parfum counter, to the point where we left smelling like whorish old women.
and i'm sorry this is all such a lame play-by-play of my life. but i'm leaving for new york tomorrow, and italy on tuesday, and i won't be here again till jan 12th, which isn't too far away but seems it from right now. so i was thinking in order to remember this right how it felt on january 1st eve, i should just toss it all here in a jumble all underslept and content like i am right now.
no better way to bring in a new year and cure a case of discontentedness.
start with coca-cola cake, throw good friends into overstuffed cars, add alcohol and allston, and the party will more or less start itself. a part of me wishes i had documented the mayhem, but it might be for the best that we continue the policy of letting what happens in allston stay in allston.
the ride home was hectic at best but worth it, because waking up in a waterbed to someone elses mom's homemade chocolate chip pancakes is almost the best possible way to spend the first morning of the year. spent the rest of january 1st morning and afternoon actively not going home, wearing borrowed sweatpants + sweatshirt, trying to make my Sims fuck, and enjoying sitting on someone's lap. the evening hours were with good old friends @ cpk, enjoying slutty underwear and the makeup/parfum counter, to the point where we left smelling like whorish old women.
and i'm sorry this is all such a lame play-by-play of my life. but i'm leaving for new york tomorrow, and italy on tuesday, and i won't be here again till jan 12th, which isn't too far away but seems it from right now. so i was thinking in order to remember this right how it felt on january 1st eve, i should just toss it all here in a jumble all underslept and content like i am right now.